From this vantage point atop the 15th floor terrace of the Travelodge Abingdon West, the death of the world was visible.

Far below in the narrow gyle of motorway running between Oxford and Witney, where the softly flowing lines of vehicle lights could be seen flickering in and out of the shadows cast by the towering blocks of the retail estate, you could hide yourself from this dreadful sight, convince yourself that the little canyon oases buried underneath would prevail to inherit creation. But up here, with only a vacant expanse of gaseous loneliness above you, and nothing but the colossal derelict sprawl of the south-western industrial edgelands before you, everything fades into an infinity of dismal certainty. All that remains is an utterly senseless fugue of rain and snow, unrelenting and eroding everything with a glacial persistence. Loose spackle appears to slough away in slick contours, adjoining vasculature of PVC and metal bend and buckle and wither into formless functionless aberrations clinging to their fittings, and people are beaten down until they too are macerated into engine dust, distinct in the haze only temporarily before vanishing once more into the liminal.

Waiting long enough and listening hard enough caused your senses to fatigue and give up attending to the surging inter-urban hum, allowing a deeper frequency to become audible, a sort of guttural primordial groan that must be the dying exhalation of the universe, a funeral cry trailing out across cosmological time as entropy draws everything closer towards perfect flat oblivion. But after a while your body gave up listening to that too, leaving a sort of huge expanding softness that had no interesting metaphysical connotations whatsoever. It was the most banal and boring state of consciousness imaginable. K felt she should make some effort to catalog it all the same, but she was now buried under half an inch of wet sleet which had permeated her skull, settled in her brain, cooled, and formed uneven casings of ice around her thoughts that prevented them from slotting together.

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